I may just be a bean, but I can portend the future.… More
I may just be a bean, but I can portend the future.… More
I was that weirdo whose first film crush was on Robert De Niro in MIDNIGHT RUN around the same time that everyone else my age were all about the guys from BEVERLY HILLS 90210. Not too many kids in 4th or 5th grade got excited to ID character actors like Willem Dafoe, Forest Whitaker, & Joe Mantegna in movies but I did.… More
The cop placed the dead body in the holding cell and read the dead body its rights. When the commissioner arrived at noon, hungover and short-tempered, an under the weather veteran, he saw the dead body and nodded.… More
Afterward, all his friends got tattoos but Harry didn’t get a tattoo because his parents convinced him it was unnecessary. They were right. You didn’t need a tattoo to remember somebody. But it helped to have something. As the beep at the end of the voicemail sounded, Harry hung up and played that something again.… More
His woefully small son’s failure to thrive put the fear of God in burly Boston cop Pete O’Malley, spooked him witless, unnerved him, unmanned him. He felt it in his marrow. They were into some seriously fucked up shit with a seven-year-old boy failing to thrive and needing a shrink twice a week.… More
Truth: Middle of the night, after Leila had finally gone to sleep after a four-hour stand-off I grabbed the kitty piano from her toy bin in the living room, slinked through back door, slid into the garage, and smashed the fucker with a hammer.… More
marquette, michigan, squats smack-dab in the middle of nowhere and there are no gay bars till green bay, unless you count the bar in the town of gay, michigan, where according to jojo on google reviews her group of 5 “felt unwelcome, bartender was very rude.”… More
That night, sadder and wiser, singing of Sun, Cloud, Wind, Lightning, and Water, we buried Ina where white men will never go and Creator will never tell.… More
The dot on the map remains unmoving as Alice stares off into the grayness of the clouds, at the bare branches of the trees covered in lichen, at a security camera that has no footage of her brother because it’s just a hunk of plastic—a decoy—and then Alice gets a call from his wife.… More
He held up a strip of film by the edges. A woman’s face frozen in a scream, the bleach-like starkness of the frame magnifying the terror. It was still a mystery to Henry, how they went from watching shadows on cave walls to 35-mm machines whirring and clicking in strip malls.… More
They called them spider holes but they should’ve called them early graves. The scorpions, the rats… he imagined them clawing at his skin, tearing him apart as the Viet Cong approached like their own kind of insect, burrowing endlessly through the network of tunnels beneath Vietnam.… More